thoughtless book review.

well last night, shortly before midnight, I drew The Time Traveler's Wife to a close. wow- I have to say, that book annihilated my expectations. that's to say I was being kind of an elitist and like oh ho this book is adored by the masses TOO SACCHARINE FOR MY TASTES right? noooooo. now I see why it was/is so popular! it was an incredibly well-written book. Audrey Niffenegger? I now safely have faith in her as a writer.

books like that are impressive, though, and seem to come about (for me at least) once in a blue moon. green moon. some kind of moon! the type of book you fear putting down and have to carry around you everywhere, even in the car where the motion makes you sick. and then I have thoughts, in between reading: WHOA, THAT OLDER LADY IN THE PARKING LOT HAD GLASSES, BROWN HAIR AND WAS GIVING ME THE EYE. MAYBE SHE'S ME FROM THE FUTURE? :o you know you've had those thoughts! okay....maybe you haven't.

but yeah, an analogy occurred to me when I was getting to sleep last night: The Time Traveler's Wife is like Twilight for older, thinking women (and men I suppose). in a way. let me illustrate. Henry, despite his flaws, is like the bookish woman's perfect type man. He reads Rilke to his wife when she's giving birth for God's sake. Clare is a lot like Bella, waiting/suffering for the sake of her man-partner, except she's not as passive and annoying as Bella (far from it, I really liked Clare).

despite all the sentimental mushiness of The Time Traveler's Wife, it's an exceptionally gorgeous, well-crafted book. I can be pretty harsh about this stuff, but to get my seal of approval is an indication that you MUST READ IT.

if you have a vagina!

or man-gina!

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